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The Contract	By : sugarkisses Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 8615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing from WWE. I do not know Triple H or anyone else in the WWE. I make no profit from this story. This is a work of fiction!

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I met with him in my hotel room before work this morning. He was courteous and in control even as he explained his purpose in coming to see me. Of course, I was flabbergasted when he laid it all out for me…
He gave me a copy of his room card and left as quickly as he had arrived after he had made his proposal: all I could do was stand by my bed, my mind so blown that I was nearly late to work…
I’ve had the day to mull over what he said. I finish dinner with my colleagues at a local restaurant and return alone to the hotel that we’re all using while we’re at this venue. I’m not sure what I’m going to say to him, but I know that I owe him a response, not to mention the fact that he’s my boss. Entering the hotel through the lobby, I step into an elevator and hit his floor on the panel. As the contraption takes me up inside of the building, I grow more and more nervous, until I feel as if my heart is in my throat. When the doors open to his floor, I step out into the hallway, wondering with every step if I can really do this.
Pausing at the door to his room, I release a deep, anxious sigh before raising my right arm up: biting my lip, I knock on the door.
“Come in” I hear him call out from within the room.
I take out the room key that he gave me earlier and put it into the slot, waiting for the light to turn green before I turn the handle. Here I go…
The room, bathed in low light, is quite nice: far more luxurious than my own… but then again, I’m just staff. He fucking owns a large chunk of the company with his wife. I lock the door behind me when he asks me to do so and then I step forward.
He’s lying in the king-sized bed in the middle of the room, and the television across from him is on. As I move closer, I see that his chest is bare, and he gives me a wry smile.
“Hi” he breathes, sitting up on the mattress.
Well, he told me the truth this morning when he said that he would be waiting for me. I stop a few feet from the bed, nervously clutching my purse in my hands. It takes me a moment to find my voice, but somehow I do. “I see that you were expecting to see me” I retort, trying to act like I’m not terrified.
“Not expecting… hoping” he answers. “Did you have a chance to think about what I said earlier?”
“Yes” I reply, nodding.
“Good. Have a seat”
He motions towards the chair that’s set up next to the bed: I find myself moving out of respect for him. Sitting down, I cross my legs, making sure that my skirt is covering me. Shit, this is almost like having a meeting in his office… except that his proposal is anything but professional. He slides his legs out from under the covers and turns so that he’s facing me: thank goodness he’s wearing a pair of white cotton boxers or I think I would faint. Still, he’s mostly naked and his body is incredible… I take in his muscular chest and arms, doing my best to control my instinctual reaction to the beauty of him. I’ve always found him attractive, but never in a million years have I thought I’d be in a situation like this, alone with him in his room. I watch as he places his hands on his knees.
“And what do you think about what I said this morning?” he queries calmly.
Jesus, it’s like he’s negotiating a contract… I unbutton my suit jacket and rest my arms on the chair, taking a deep breath before I speak. “Let me go over this out loud one more time, Mr. Levesque” I begin, gazing down at my lap.
“Paul” he corrects gently. “I think, given the circumstances, that you should call me Paul”
“All right” I agree, nodding. “Paul… I’ll make this brief and get to the main points. You told me this morning that you and your wife, my employers, have come to a decision regarding your relationship: you’ve decided that you wish to have an ‘open marriage’. To that end, you yourself have determined that you would like to have a sexual relationship with me. You said that my job, as lead coordinator of WWE talent, would be safe for at least five years regardless of whether or not I accept your offer. Those are the facts of the matter, correct?” Finished for the moment, I look up and meet his gaze, nearly falling into his hazel eyes: he’s regarding me expectantly.
“That’s correct” he states. “And you have an answer for me?”
Oh dear god, this is not going to be easy. “Paul, I… I like you very much, but at the moment, I don’t think it would be a good idea”
“Why not?” he presses. “That is, if you don’t mind telling me”
I reply honestly. “I enjoy our working relationship and I don’t want to jeopardize it… I’ve worked very hard to get to where I am in the company”
“I can assure you that your position will be secure” Paul tries.
I suppose I should ask for that in writing, but he has always been true to his word and I have no reason to start doubting him now. There’s a deeper reason for my reluctance, of course, although I’m not about to voice it to him: it’s that I could see myself becoming emotionally attached to him, to a man that I can never have as my own. I’m afraid to open my heart to him… “Paul, I…”
No doubt sensing that he’s not going to get his way, he throws me a counter-offer. “You don’t need to make a commitment right now. You could stay here with me tonight and we could just talk a bit”
“I don’t know” I retort, gazing at my feet. To be completely honest, I’m very tempted to do as he says. I’ve always liked being near him… but I also know that staying with him could be very dangerous: I just might give in.
Paul gives me a gentle smile. “You can change into one of my shirts and just lie down with me. We’ll talk a bit, get to know each other outside of work. I’m sure that you have some questions for me about this whole situation”
Well, that’s true… I’d really like to know more about how this “open marriage” thing came about.
“I promise, I won’t touch you unless you want me to” he swears.
I know that I can trust him… ah, why the hell not? “All right” I agree, nodding. I put my purse on the floor and then lean down to slip off my heels before I stand up. Paul is quick to get up with me and go over to his suitcase: he takes out a light blue dress shirt and offers it to me. Since it’s tailored for his physique, I know that it’ll be huge on me, but I accept it, noting that he genuinely looks happy that I’ve said I’ll stay.
I go into the bathroom and undress, taking off my suit jacket and the silk shirt I have on underneath. I wonder for a moment if I should leave my bra on: in the end, I decide to take it off. Off comes my skirt and stockings, but not my panties… I hang my clothes up on the back of the door and then put on the shirt he gave me. Oh, yes, I’m swimming in it, but once I have it buttoned, I feel well-covered. Looking into the mirror, I check my hair and take another deep breath… I can do this, I reassure myself. I can be close to him and maintain my composure.
Stepping back out into the room, I find that he has turned off the television and is reclining in bed once more, the lights still low. I walk to the other side of the bed without saying a word, fighting my nerves at every step. Paul is chivalrous: he pulls back the covers for me so that I can get onto the bed. The mattress is soft, the sheets cool against my skin as I lay down. I rest my head on my pillow, pivoting towards him so that we’re facing one another.
“So…” Paul begins, “Ask away”
My curiosity gets the better of me. “I thought that the two of you were happy… Why do you have an ‘open marriage’?”
He sighs and meets my gaze. “It wasn’t my idea, actually. Stephanie came to me one day a few months ago and broached the subject. I wasn’t for it, honestly, but she had her heart set on doing it. She had already found someone that she wanted to sleep with. You’re a smart girl: I bet you even know who it was”
Oh, but I do… I just can’t believe it. “She has been sleeping with Randy for three months?”
Paul smiles at my perception. “More like two and a half months, but, yes”
The next question pops out of me before I can stop it. “So you’ve approached other women before me?”
He shakes his head. “No… Believe it or not, I was in shock for quite a while. Then I thought, if she’s doing it, why shouldn’t I? I’ve always liked you, always wanted you… It just took me a while to get up the courage to approach you”
This surprises me: I’ve always thought of him as a very confident man. I furrow my brow in confusion: he picks up on it immediately.
“I know” he agrees. “I have three personalities, I guess. There’s my character, Triple H; there’s my personality as the COO… and then there’s who I really am: Paul… the real me isn’t as full of himself as Triple H is” He pauses for a moment and licks his lips. “I was worried that you’d reject me: it’s a strange situation, I know”
I feel sorry for him, believe it or not… “I can’t imagine what you’ve been going through” I confess. I don’t want to besmirch Stephanie: it’s not my place and she’s also my boss… and yet I can’t imagine why she would dismiss him for Randy.
“I’ve been lonely” Paul admits. “I don’t like to sleep alone so much. That’s why I asked you to stay tonight… I could really use your company”
I can’t help but to give him a smile: it’s nice to hear that I’m needed.
“Can I ask a personal question?” he inquires.
I have a feeling that we might be heading back into dangerous territory, but I agree anyway. “Sure”
“When was the last time… I mean… How do I put this?” Paul is fumbling for words, which confirms my hypothesis about the direction of our conversation. Still, I don’t like to see him struggle.
“I’m not going to freak out on you” I soothe. “We’re both adults and we can discuss this in a mature manner”
He nods in understanding. “I know, I just don’t want to say the wrong thing and make you feel uncomfortable”
I’m already somewhat uncomfortable about our current situation: I mean, I’m lying in bed with him, wearing one of his dress shirts for cover, knowing that he wants to have a sexual relationship with me. I figure that I’m already involved in a heavy conversation, I might as well jump all of the way in. “I can handle your questions about my sex life… you’ve answered some for me, after all. Go ahead”
Paul takes a deep breath and then speaks. “When was your last relationship?”
“Quite a while ago… before I came to work in the WWE”
“By choice, or…?”
“By choice. I needed a break from the whole relationship thing for a while. I just wanted to focus on my work”
He nervously plays with the edge of the bed sheets with his fingers, gazing down at the white fabric. “So you haven’t, um… gotten off in a while?”
I admit, his inquiry makes me blush, but I answer him. “Well, that’s not necessarily true. I just haven’t been with anyone.”
“So you masturbate?”
Okay, now I involuntarily flush a bright shade of red. “I… yes…”
“How often?”
I can’t believe that we’re talking about this, not at all: yet I press forward, keeping my word to him. “A few times a week, I guess. And you?”
I watch as he smiles sadly, his eyes still focused on the sheets. “To tell you the truth, I haven’t gotten off since she told me that she wanted to see Randy”
Oh, but I’m flabbergasted… he hasn’t had an orgasm in two and a half months?! “What?! But Paul, that’s not good for you… a man needs to… well, it’s just not good…”
“I know” he answers. “I just… I made up my mind that I wanted to wait. I wanted to hold on until I knew how you felt”
I can’t help but to feel horrible for him. He has been lonely and denying himself what he needs. Before I can stop and think about my actions, I reach out with my right hand and touch his jaw. His beard is rough under my fingertips, but it’s a pleasant sensation. “Paul… you must be hurting” I muse sadly.
“I am” he confesses, turning his gaze upward so that I can see his eyes.
God, but his eyes are a beautiful shade of hazel, and I find myself falling into them. There’s a desperate air to him… “You should take care of yourself” I whisper, feeling concern for him.
“I want to, honey, but…” It takes him a moment to collect himself: he closes his eyes for a second and then regards me once more. “I want to do it for you”
His words send my head spinning. The very idea of witnessing him perform such a private act forces heat through the core of my body, arousing me. “I…”
“I’m not asking for intercourse or anything like that” Paul interjects quickly. “I’m not even saying that I want us to touch each other. I just want you to watch me do it. It would mean so much to me”
God help me, but I can’t stand to hear him beg. Part of me thinks that watching him would be highly inappropriate… but the other part of me says come on, it’ll be fun, and it’ll help him out… In the end, my curiosity and desire for him win out. “Okay” I breathe, caressing his jaw.
“Okay?” he queries, his voice full of hope. “You’ll watch me?”
I nod in agreement. “Yes, I will”
Paul releases a growl that’s a combination of happiness and relief. “Thank you” he states. “Thank you so much…”
I sit up so that he can move. As I watch, he rolls onto his back and pulls the covers from his body so that I can see him from head to toe. Damn, he looks good, all muscle… I trail my eyes down his frame, and that’s when I notice that he’s already straining against his boxers. He reaches down and takes hold of his waistband, carefully pushing the fabric down his legs.
I have to bite back a moan of pure delight when I see his cock. He’s completely erect so that I can see that he’s big: like the other wrestlers are, he’s shaved clean between the legs. The head of his cock is wet with precome and his erection is a deep shade of red from having been denied for so long. “Oh, Paul…” I whisper, mesmerized by the sight of him.
He’s busy messing with the pillow behind me with his right hand. “I want you to be comfortable” he explains.
“I… Would you mind if I just put my head on your chest?” I query, speaking from the heart.
I can tell that Paul likes my suggestion because he shoots a reply back at me immediately. “Of course… Whatever you’d like”
I don’t let him see my smile: I simply move forward and rest my left cheek on his right pectoral muscle, never taking my eyes from his manhood. Mmm, his body is warm and the crisp hair on his chest tickles my skin.
“I know I said we wouldn’t touch each other” he begins, “but would you mind if I put my arm around your shoulder?”
“Not at all” I answer honestly.
His strong right arm encircles me, his fingertips gently digging into my bicep. I feel and hear him take a deep breath as he shifts his hips.
“So tortured” I comment, gazing at his cock. “You poor, sweet man”
“May I touch myself?” he inquires politely, waiting for my permission.
“Oh, yes”
I watch as he reaches down with his left hand and gently takes hold of his shaft: he growls at the contact.
“Can you see me okay?” Paul asks, his hand still.
“Yes, I can”
“Good” he retorts, sighing happily. He squeezes himself a bit, which forces a moan from his throat. “Oh, god… I’m so sensitive”
“I can see that” I respond quietly, wanting to reinforce to him that I’m indeed watching him like he wants me to.
“I’m literally throbbing” he confesses. “I’ve been waiting for you, baby”
I don’t mind that he called me baby: I’m far too fascinated with watching him to feel slighted. Slowly, he strokes himself from base to tip, causing a rush of precome to escape his slit and dribble onto his lower abdomen.
“You’ve got me so excited” Paul moans, holding me tightly against his side with his arm. He strokes himself languidly once more. “Oh, shit…”
I lick my lips as I watch him. His cock is so beautiful: the way that he touches himself is turning me on greatly.
“Feel like I could come right this second” he admits, his voice husky. “I’m going to hold out for you, though, baby… I want to give you a show”
“Thank you” I answer courteously, feeling another wave of desire wash over me: this is nothing short of heavenly.
“You’re more than welcome… you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this for you. You make me so fucking hot…”
I can feel him shiver a bit as he strokes himself, his large hand moving up and down over his cock. His breathing has picked up and he’s rubbing my upper arm affectionately as he takes care of himself. I have to admit that he’s getting to me… “How does it feel?” I question softly, entranced with him.
“So fucking good” Paul replies, gasping. “Do you like what you see?”
It touches me that he’s concerned with my enjoying the view. I can’t lie to him about my reactions. “Very, very much” I admit, biting my lower lip. God, I’m starting to wonder how he tastes…
His breaths are shorter now, warming the top of my head. He has shifted a bit so that his face is buried in my hair, but I don’t move to get away. Instead I allow him to hold me as I watch him.
Paul groans deeply. “Oh god, baby… I’m going to come…”
Something comes over me: it’s as if my logic center becomes completely fogged by the desire I’m feeling for him. “Wait” I entreat, reaching out to grasp his left forearm.
It has to be killing him to do so, but he obeys, stilling his hand. “What is it?” he inquires, his voice husky and pained.
“I want it” I confess, moving out from under his arm and sliding down his body towards his cock.
“Baby?”
“You said you’ve been saving your come for me, right? Well, I want it” Did I just say that? What is coming over me? I’m hovering over his erection now, licking my lips.
“You don’t have to” he tries, understanding what I mean to do. “I don’t want you to feel obligated”
“I don’t feel obligated: it’s what I want” I answer swiftly. “Now, give it to me”
Paul can’t help but to growl happily as he starts to stroke himself once more.
I can see how close he is: he’s literally trembling from the intensity of his bliss.
“I’m going to come!” he warns with a shout.
Opening my mouth, I position myself directly over him…
He veritably roars and then grunts as the first spasm hits him.
The first jet of his fluid shoots hard onto my tongue: he releases an enormous load, and I capture all that I can, swallowing it down. Mmm, but he’s so sweet and salty…
Paul cries out loudly as he ejects the last bit of his come, and then he stills his hand. I’ve consumed most of his orgasm, but even so, there’s some fluid dribbling down his cock and some that landed on his lower abdomen. He’s panting and moaning lowly as I collect the last of him with the tips of my fingers and bring it to my mouth, sucking my digits clean. God, but he tastes so fucking good…
I slowly shift back upward and rest my head on his right pectoral again, purring contentedly.
It takes Paul a few moments to collect himself enough to move or speak, but when he does, he digs the fingers of his right hand into my hair and caresses my scalp. “Oh my god, baby, you have no idea” he begins, holding me close. “Thank you”
“Thank you, too” I respond, relaxing against him.
Paul chuckles softly at my words. “I want to return the favor” he states, moving our bodies so that we’re lying face to face again. Before I can object, he’s leaning in on me and tenderly nuzzling my face and throat.
“I’m okay” I soothe, closing my eyes. “You should get some rest”
“Sweetheart…” he protests.
“No, really… I’m fine. I want you to get some sleep”
He releases a deep sigh. “Okay: you’re right, I’m pretty tired… but if you change your mind, you let me know. I guess I’ll have to take a ‘rain check’, hmm?”
Now it’s my turn to laugh at his choice of words.
“A few things, though…” Paul continues, stroking my hair. “First, I’d like you to stay with me all night”
“Of course” I agree, smiling at him.
“Would you mind if I held you?” he queries, nervousness in his voice.
“Not at all”
“Good… and the final thing… I was, uh, wondering if…”
He’s fumbling for words again, which worries me. “Yes?”
Paul focuses his hazel eyes on my brown ones before he speaks. “Could I get a good night kiss?”
I give him a gentle grin and nod. “Just a little one”
Placing his left hand on my jaw, he leans in and presses his lips to mine. I register the roughness of his beard on my face, but his kiss is tender and chaste.
He moves back and wraps his arms around me, bringing me in close to his body and tucking my head under his chin.
I close my eyes and allow the warmth of his body to seep into me… it isn’t long before I fall asleep.
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